Always

Chapter 142

Now, with you and Sam, our career has never been better, and my life in general is absolutely amazing. I love you so much y/n." He pressed his lips to mine for a moment, then we relaxed again. "I have to change at the airport. I'm not wearing a wedding dress on the plane." He chuckled. "Why not? It's so beautiful. You could wear it every day and I would be okay with that." His hand traveled to my thigh again, and I watched it glide over the silky fabric. I looked up at him and met his gaze. "It's more comfortable than most wedding dresses I'm sure but not that comfortable." I joked, grinning at him. He shrugged. "I tried." I laughed and shook my head. "You always do." He laughed and pulled me over into his lap, making me shriek. His arms went around my waist, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. "How does it feel being Mrs. Brock?" He said softly, his warm breath caressing my ear. I leaned my head back against him and sighed. "Say it again." I felt his lips curve against my shoulder. "Mrs. Brock. You are officially my wife." I giggled, reveling in the sound of those words. "And you're my husband, Mr. Brock. We're the Brocks." He smiled, his big beautiful grin that I loved so much and shook his head a little. "That's gonna take a little getting used too. It makes me think of my parents right now." I laughed a little, turning sideways in his lap. "We have our whole lives to get used to it. Oh!" I exclaimed, remembering something. "What?" He asked, his eyes wide with me surprising him. "The baby," I replied, putting my hand to my stomach. He grinned again, and placed his hand over mine. "A boy." I nodded. "His name...." I replied, unsure if he wanted to keep the name that I had suggested before. His eyes met mine again...I swear, I think they were glowing. The blue was shining back at me. "Noah Cole Brock." He said, remembering the name that I wanted to use. I looked at him from under my lashes, and played with the buttons on his shirt. "So what did you think? You still like it?" I asked shyly. He placed his hand on my cheek. "I do. I really do. I want him to have a part of your father to carry on, and" He shrugged, a goofy grin crossing his face. "I don't know, I think it would be kind of cool for him to have my name." I smiled, knowing that we had just officially chosen our baby...no, our son's name. "Then that's it, right? That's our son's name. Noah Cole Brock." "Our son..." He whispered, his hand rubbing my bare arm, his rings scraping my skin a little. "Yeah, that's our son. Little Noah." He pressed down a little with the hand that was still on my stomach. The ring that used to belong to my father glinted from the street lights shining into the window. "Did I ever thank you for this gorgeous inscription on this ring? Or for getting these rings from my mother? How did you even know? And when did you do it?" The questions just kept falling from my mouth. He bit his lip, trying to keep from laughing at me. "It was Mom's idea actually. I had no clue about these rings, obviously. When we went to visit, you were on the phone with Kristie, and she took me to the room and gave them to me. The inscription though...that was me." He smiled at me proudly, almost childlike. "I thought you would like it. I asked your Mom if it was okay. She told me that they belonged to us now." I blinked back the tears that threatened again, and kissed him forcefully, letting my lips linger against his for a moment before replying. I leaned back and looked into his eyes. "I love them. Almost as much as I love you." We finally made it to the airport and Colby followed me to the restroom so that I could change before we got on the plane. "Hurry up though, we don't have much time." I grabbed my bag from him, and ran into the bathroom, locking myself inside a stall. I took the dress off in record time, and changed into my next outfit. Still a baby blue dress, but much shorter, falling to just above my knees, with spaghetti straps, and white vans to top it off. I admired my ring again, and did a silent little wiggle while I was in the stall. I was married!! To a gorgeous man named Colby Brock!! I was pregnant with what I knew was going to be a gorgeous little boy, and I was on my way to freaking Hawaii for my honeymoon!! Wow, how my life had changed. I felt the bump against my stomach and pressed my hand against it laughing. "I'm happy too Little Noah. Mommy and Daddy love you so much." I giggled to myself, and gathered my stuff up, walking out the door. "What are smiling about?" Colby asked me, returning the smile, and taking my hand. "Everything." I replied. "I'm just so happy." He kissed my cheek, and started swinging my arm out with his, back and forth, like we were kids. "Me too, babe. Me too." We boarded the plane soon after, and to my surprise, Colby had gotten us onto first class. "You really didn't have to do that. You know this doesn't matter to me. The wedding was already so beautiful and now we're going to Hawaii. Flying coach wasn't a big deal." We took our seats, and I noticed how cushy they were. "I wanted too. It's our wedding day. When else are we going to spurge, if not now?" Okay, so he had a point. Our seats were separated with a dividing wall, allowing us enough room to recline completely back, our own personal tv's with headphones, pillows, and what should be an exceptional meal, if we wanted. "Oh my God, this is amazing!" I breathed out in wonder. This was my first time flying first class, and I was in awe.